Is Bridgeport big enough for Kae, Robyn, Alex and Jasmine? They're all beautiful, captivating, and a little bit crazy... but there can be only one It Girl.
[ Based on the It Girl series by Cecily Von Ziegesar ]
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Once Jasmine left the room, Alex and Quincy didn't take long to make up for lost time. She'd been craving him all day, like the peanut butter M&M cookies dining services made every other Monday. It was kind of nice having him all to herself instead of sharing him with the adoring St. Lucius masses. And she couldn't help thinking how totally sweet it was that he would rather sneak away and be with her than stick around and get drunk at the countless victory parties that had to be going on all over his campus. Practically in his honor, since he was the one who'd won the game.
But he was here. In Alex's bed. Wearing his boxers with the bulldogs on them and nothing else. The Weeknd, Alex's favorite mood music, was playing, and she'd lit a couple of cones of sandalwood incense.
"Does it hurt here?" she asked, placing her hand on his shoulder. The two of them were lying face-to-face under her thick down comforter, Alex's head propped up on Quincy's left arm. Alex felt a little shy in her black bra and matching boy shorts. But it wasn't like Quincy hadn't seen her body before, and besides, it was really like she was just wearing a bikini. But things felt different now—now that she thought she was ready for more.
Quincy tried not to grimace. "It hurts everywhere, babe."
"Here?" She slowly slid her hand down his chest, over the GET GOOSED paint.
"Actually, that makes it feel a little better." Quincy cleared his throat, and his eyes had that dreamy expression they got when he was completely turned on, which Alex loved. It made her feel like the most attractive girl on the planet and so powerful. She hoped that didn't mean she was destined to become a dominatrix one day.
But when Quincy leaned over and kissed her, all of Alex's thoughts disappeared. She'd never felt so comfortable before, so relaxed. So ready. "How many times did you get tackled today?"
Quincy traced his big fingers clumsily over the gold studs high up on Alex's left earlobe. He groaned. "About fifty."
Boldly she grabbed the waistband of his boxers and pulled him closer. "Fifty-one," she murmured in his ear.
"You locked the door, right?"
"I think so," he said back, kissing her neck. His hand slid down to the small of her back. He was practically panting.
"There's ... um ... something I wanted to tell you." Alex was finding it incredibly hard to think of anything besides how delicious Quincy's lips felt on her skin. She felt like she was drunk, but she hadn't even taken a sip of beer.
"Okay." Quincy kept nibbling on her shoulder. She had to push him away in order to come up with even one coherent thought. And this was important.
"You know how I told you, a long time ago, about how I ... uh ... slept with that guy? And that was my first time?"
"How could I forget?" Quincy rested his head on her pillow and stared into her eyes. He played with the gold heart pendant hanging around her neck. It looked so tiny compared to his huge hands.
